View from the Wine Shed - March 2020
This is the first of my musings whilst sitting in a unique wine bar, The Wine Shed, overlooking a beautiful garden situated just outside the village of Ribchester in the Ribble Valley in Lancashire. I actually live in the village so there will be various posts about my View from The Wine Shed as the seasons progress.
There will also be a picture taken from the same place each month (unless I’ve had too much to drink!) so you can see how the view changes through the season. This first picture was taken on 7th March.
You will notice from the second picture that posts in this section will invariably include a glass of wine! The said wine is not an indulgence, oh no – it’s a necessary ingredient in the process of blogging. Inspiration can come from lots of different sources – pottering about, contemplating the beauty of a flower, listening to the robin who sings for his mealworms, reading a particularly lucid article, and, yes, drinking a glass of wine!
So here we have a very quaffable rosé: it’s a rosé from Rioja – yes, I kid you not. Usually, when you mention Rioja people think of big, robust reds, but this is much more delicate. It’s made with the same grapes as red Rioja – Garnacha and Tempranillo – but the wine-making process is different. Made by Finca Manzanos in the heart of the Rioja region, this rosé has subtle flavours of wild strawberries and raspberries with an extra layer of floral notes. You could drink it with seafood or chicken dishes, but I like it on its own, as you can tell from the picture!
All this talk of rosé got me thinking about what else but roses.
I fell in love with roses way back when I was child. My Dad gave my sister and me an area each in his market garden to grow whatever we liked. My Big Sis grew veggies – I grew flowers. I remember visiting the local fête which was held in the grounds of the Manor House each Whitsun Bank Holiday (now I’m showing my age!) and being enthralled by the rose garden. I didn’t realise at the time but the Squire himself saw me admiring a particular rose. When he asked me what I was doing, I was so nervous – and a bit afraid – at being caught ‘rose-handed’, as it were, I said I was just looking at it because it was so pretty and I liked the smell. During the autumn of the same year a bare-root rose appeared on our doorstep (no containerised plants back then!) with a note that simply said: ‘To the Girl who Loves Roses’. I planted it in my little garden – the label read ‘Ispahan’: and you can see why I fell in love with it then and why it started my love affair with roses.
Enough reminiscences – let’s think about pruning. It’s been a pretty mild – if wet – winter, so if you haven’t pruned your roses yet, don’t delay. Even here, in the North of England, new growth is already beginning to appear so grab those secateurs and get snipping. Click here to go to my post about pruning roses
For now, though, I’m just going to finish my wine . . . .